XLVI.

i swear i see you everywhere.
across the green as i'm waking up
on the floor in the amsterdam dawn.

i hope you're sleeping soundly
in firewheel's dead of night
your apartment humming from the pavement
like it was when you pulled jackets from the jeep and laid them round my neck.
i hope for no night terrors.

God, give them to me.
i don't need an ounce of sleep on this stretch.
i'll take them.

there are jetstreams here.
and going home will be so hard
when i'm melting back into love across that ocean we slept by.

i miss you.
i wonder if i'll miss you forever.